Sinking a ship sounded like a lot of work. It was even more work when you were hanging over the railing being pretty consistently seasick. Tyler'd never been on a ship before in his life, and the rocking of the waves weren't treating him very kindly.
Finally, he sank down to the deck, eyes closed as he took a few deep breaths and leaned his forehead against the railing. "I'll be up in a minute," he said when he heard footsteps approach. "I guess I don't have my, what is it, sea legs?" Ships sucked, in his opinion. Especially the smaller ones.
☪ Team Two ☪
Being on the big ship was way better than the smaller ones, and having something to focus on that wasn't sinking other ships helped, too. He'd encountered some weird things before. Okay, one weird thing, but it was still an experience and he liked to think he didn't scare too easily. Which was why he was sitting on the deck in the middle of the night, keeping his eyes peeled for any 'spirits' or weird happenings.
Drumming his fingers on his knee, he looked around again, hair prickling on the back of his neck when he heard a strange sound from below him, in the direction of the hold.
"The shit was that?"
☪ Wildcard ☪
[Run into him somewhere around the train! I'll also match format.]
Tyler Simms | The Covenant | OTA
Sinking a ship sounded like a lot of work. It was even more work when you were hanging over the railing being pretty consistently seasick. Tyler'd never been on a ship before in his life, and the rocking of the waves weren't treating him very kindly.
Finally, he sank down to the deck, eyes closed as he took a few deep breaths and leaned his forehead against the railing. "I'll be up in a minute," he said when he heard footsteps approach. "I guess I don't have my, what is it, sea legs?" Ships sucked, in his opinion. Especially the smaller ones.
☪ Team Two ☪
Being on the big ship was way better than the smaller ones, and having something to focus on that wasn't sinking other ships helped, too. He'd encountered some weird things before. Okay, one weird thing, but it was still an experience and he liked to think he didn't scare too easily. Which was why he was sitting on the deck in the middle of the night, keeping his eyes peeled for any 'spirits' or weird happenings.
Drumming his fingers on his knee, he looked around again, hair prickling on the back of his neck when he heard a strange sound from below him, in the direction of the hold.
"The shit was that?"
☪ Wildcard ☪
[Run into him somewhere around the train! I'll also match format.]